The first library I ever visited was the old Nelsonville Public Library on the square. I don’t remember too much about it since I was only 6 years old when it burned down. But I do remember my parents and I walking down to the square to see what was happening. After that, I remember the library being in what is now the meeting room at the Nelsonville Library. It seemed really big and dark to me at that time, but we usually visited about every other week. My mom and I were the readers of the family at that time, so it was usually our outing. I couldn’t wait to pick out new books to read. It was always like Christmas to me. I can’t imagine living in a house without tons of books in every room. Whenever I am at another person’s house for the time, the first thing I notice is if they have bookcases full of books! I counted at my house — and I am up to 12 bookcases! Now I get to spend every day surrounded by millions of books. My other passion here at the library is helping people find their ancestors. Over the years, I have met people from all over the world. Everyone has a story to tell, whether their ancestors were just farmers, or horse thieves; they are all exciting tales! There is always a great satisfaction in helping patrons finally find the missing puzzle piece to their heritage, and that is why I LOVE my Library!